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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Amelia "Mia" Adair
Slytherin Sixth Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Leigh Upstead
Hufflepuff Fifth Year  x11
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Text Cut: Perfection in human form. Quote:
Originally Posted by Yourenodaisy  “Yeah,” Em nodded. “I mean, I guess I've probably seen it before, but well, it's just a mirror.” She shrugged. Though, if she was like a certain Hufflepuff, she would know the location of every mirror in the whole castle.
Emmaleigh's eyebrows shot up. So it wasn't just a mirror? “Yeah, I've seen her in class. She's the girl with the really pale blond hair right? Do you really think there's a secret passage?” she asked, walking up to the mirror and giving it a little poke. “If two Ravenclaws can't find it, its probably not there to begin with. Where did you heard about it passage anyways?”
“Max, you are handsome, even with your wet hair.” she reached up and ruffled the boy's hair. “And you know, I like crups, remember.” She grinned, and gave him a playful scratch behind the ear. “And, uh, you don't have to say things like that, I know I look horrible right now.” Em blushed,and looked at her appearance in the mirror. Her hair was all matted down and messy from the hat she had worn to the match earlier. She tried to run her fingers through her hair in an attempt to straighten it, though it didn't help at all.
The redhead frowned at Max's reaction. She didn't want to make him all sad again. “You know, if you had run off, I would have made someone go get you out of your common room.” She gave him a small smile, and squeezed his hand. Leaning up, she placed a kiss on his cheek. “I will always care for you, and always believe in you.”
“Wait,” she said grinning up at him. “Your favorite place is in your arms? That's odd.” Because being in Max's arms was really the best place ever. “I'm full of great ideas. Good think the sorting hat didn't know, because, who wants to be a 'claw?” she said smiling, wrinkling her nose and giving her head a shake. Her face turned bright red when he mentioned the way her blankets smelled. “Well, um, that's because they're the ones I use.” She pulled the last blanket out of the bag, and carefully set it on the other blankets. “I wanna keep this one clean, Its gotta go back on my bed.” Cue more blushing.
“Eh, well I'm not worried about it.” she said shrugging. Food, right, “I uh, they didn't have shepherds pie, and so I um, made little meat hand pies, with the help of the house elves of course.” Fortunately, they had a lot of the stuff she needed already prepared. “A lot of butterbeer, pumpkin juice, and sweets.” She took a seat on the blanket, and rested against the wall. “Lots of sweets.” she said grinning at the boy. Unable to wait any longer, Em grabbed the basket, and pulled out one of the pies and handed it over. Pulling out one for herself, she took a huge bite out of it. "So pale that it's almost white? Yeah. That's her." Max smiled to himself, remembering the first time he saw Vivi and thought she looked like a model. Now, he knew better than to ever think she would stumble into such a profession - she was way too fun for that. "Yeah, I do - Viv said so. She would know, I think, considering who her mum is. And... I dunno. She just seemed pretty sure of herself, and we did feel a draft coming from behind the mirror over here," he pointed. "I'm sure it's there, just... blocked, y'know?"
Handsome? Max scrunched up his nose at that. "No," he said simply, giving his head a small shake as she touched his hair. When she scratched him behind the ear, he turned his head toward her hand and playfully bit at the air as if he was a fiesty crup. But his playful expression broke into utter sadness at her next statement. "No, Em," he said, taking her hand for the moment to get her attention properly, "I mean that. All the time. Every time. You're... always perfect and the most breathtaking person I've ever seen, every day, all the time. I don't care if you have hat hair." He smiled, taking her hand down from her hair as she tried to fix it. "You're lovely."
Heh. Blood continued to flood his face as she spoke to him. It was so... bizarre and new to have someone care about him - and care enough that she would actually make sure he didn't use his most common coping method of shutting out the world. She legitimately wanted to help him feel better.
Being loved and cared for was the best feeling in the world. And she was the best person in the world.
"Thank you," Max replied softly, his cheeks reaching their maximum hotness as her lips pressed upon one of them.
In that moment, upon soaking in her words and realizing he felt the exact same way about Em, Max concluded that he was in love.
"Shuddup," he laughed, nudging Em in the side softly. "Everyone wants to be a 'claw." He grinned at her awkwardness about the blankets. "It's fine, Em. They smell good."
Fooood. Wordlessly, Max took the meat pie from Em and took a large bite as he slid down the wall to sit next to her. Through a rather impolite mouthful, the hungry, tired Ravenclaw Keeper finally replied with a quiet, "Thank you so much." He was so happy to be eating. It was an especially great distraction from those worries from the game at the back of his mind.
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